The Soul Guidance Department's Absolute Authority, You're My Dormmate?

Xian Lin'er, Qian Duoduo, and Yan Shaozhe had only just taken their seats, and a lingering tension still hung in the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhuang Minghui's gaze slowly swept over them. Then, unhurriedly, he began to speak.

"Elder Mu, as you know, I, Zhuang Minghui, am merely an eleven-year-old child whose mind has yet to mature. What Vice Dean Qian did today has caused me tremendous psychological trauma."

An eleven-year-old child whose mind had yet to mature? You?

The elders present all looked at Zhuang Minghui with strange expressions.

Your physical condition is almost catching up to a Soul Emperor's, all right? And you're still calling yourself a child? What are other people supposed to feel?

He paused, and his tone turned rather subtle. "Right now, rumors involving me, Yan Shaozhe, and Qian Duoduo have already spread."

"Oh? What have they turned into?" Elder Mu asked gently.

Zhuang Minghui spread his hands with an innocent look. "Some people are saying I'm Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo's illegitimate son, and that they showed up in the outer courtyard today to fight over custody of me."

The moment those words came out, even the corners of Mu En's mouth could not help twitching, and half of his aged face instantly darkened. As for Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo, the parties involved, their expressions were even more spectacular.

"Damn it!" Qian Duoduo lost his temper. He slammed one foot directly onto the black lacquered round table in the meeting hall and roared, spittle flying, "Even if I were blind, there's no way I'd have an illegitimate son with Yan Shaozhe! Which classy daughter-bearing bastard is spreading this nonsense?!"

"Who the hell is spreading something so utterly lacking in yin and yang?!"

Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the bulging veins at his temple, and gave a sarcastic cold snort. "If certain people hadn't made such a huge commotion, would such absurd rumors have spread through the academy? You've even dragged my lifelong reputation down with you."

"So you're saying it's my fault? And what reputation does a sinister little man like you even have?"

"If not you, then who? If you hadn't tried to snatch someone in the outer courtyard, would this mess have happened today?!"

Qian Duoduo and Yan Shaozhe, these two mortal enemies, began arguing back and forth.

"Enough! Qian Duoduo, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already?"

In the end, it was Xian Lin'er who stepped in to stop the dispute.

She reached out and grabbed Qian Duoduo by the ear, making him grimace in pain.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, Xian Lin'er looked at Zhuang Minghui and said coldly, "This matter did indeed arise because of our Soul Guidance Department. We will give your Martial Soul Department an explanation."

"Zhuang Minghui, what compensation do you want?"

Even if the compensation Zhuang Minghui asked for was batch after batch of Class 8 soul tools, she, Xian Lin'er, would accept it.

Qian Duoduo, whose ear was being pinched by Xian Lin'er, bared his teeth in pain. Before he could say a word, Xian Lin'er's fist landed precisely on his face.

With one punch from Xian Lin'er, Qian Duoduo was physically coaxed to sleep.

"Shut up. Starting today, your status at home is lower than the dog's!"

It was the first time anyone had seen Xian Lin'er beat Qian Duoduo up during a Sea God Pavilion meeting. It really was something new.

After personally witnessing Qian Duoduo get floored by Xian Lin'er with one punch, Zhuang Minghui cleared his throat and said, "Since Dean Xian has spoken, then I won't be polite."

"I only want one thing: absolute authority in the Soul Guidance Department."

Xian Lin'er froze on the spot. She had never expected Zhuang Minghui to make such an outrageous demand. But when she saw Elder Mu with his eyelids lowered, looking half asleep and half awake, showing no intention of interfering, she could only agree with great pain. "Fine. I agree."

"Starting today, aside from me, Xian Lin'er, you will be the person with the highest status in the Soul Guidance Department. You may use any soul guidance resources and any soul guidance research room."

"All installations in the Soul Guidance Department will be open to you. Whoever you refuse entry to will not be allowed in. Whoever you want expelled can be expelled with a single word from you."

Immediately afterward, Xian Lin'er took out a black card and tossed it to Zhuang Minghui.

"With this card, seeing you is the same as seeing the dean."

Zhuang Minghui caught the black card Xian Lin'er threw over with one hand and put it into his storage soul tool.

Hearing Xian Lin'er's final words, Mu En slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhuang Minghui, do you have anything else to say, or any other compensation you want?"

Zhuang Minghui sat back down beside Elder Zhuang and shook his head at Mu En. "Not for now, Elder Mu."

Mu En nodded. In a voice gentle yet still dignified, he said, "Very well. Then today's Sea God Pavilion meeting is adjourned. Everyone may disperse."

"Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, I do not wish to convene another Sea God Pavilion meeting in the next few years because of matters between your Martial Soul Department and Soul Guidance Department."

"Today is the first time, and also the last."

Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er stood up at the same time and answered in unison, "Yes, Teacher."

Even though the matter had ended this time, the two of them still could not stand each other.

Elder Zhuang looked at his grandson and said, "Minghui, stay in the Sea God Pavilion tonight."

"Go to the outer courtyard tomorrow."

"All right, Grandpa." Zhuang Minghui nodded and left the Sea God Pavilion meeting hall with Elder Zhuang.

After the two of them left, the other elders departed one after another.

In the corridor.

Elder Zhuang and Zhuang Minghui, grandfather and grandson, walked side by side on the way back to the bedroom.

Elder Zhuang looked at Zhuang Minghui earnestly and said, "Minghui, Grandpa still hopes you can do your duty as a healing-type soul master properly."

In Elder Zhuang's view, a healing-type mastering the path of assault was simply a fantasy.

As a soul master of a support class like the healing type, one ought to support his teammates and take an assault-type soul master as his other half.

Zhuang Minghui stopped in his tracks and sighed helplessly. His grandfather was just like this, always teaching him in the ways of the older generation.

"Grandpa, I'm a grown man. Asking me to hide behind a girl is honestly a little hard for me to accept."

"Compared to support, I prefer charging fearlessly at the very front, showing off my heroic bearing."

Looking at Zhuang Minghui, Elder Zhuang seemed to see the shadows of his son and daughter-in-law in him. He said, "You... your personality really is becoming more and more like your mother's and father's."

The next day.

A bolt of yellow lightning streaked between the inner and outer courtyards, cutting straight across the two great divisions.

Even Du Weilun, the strongest person in the outer courtyard and its dean of studies, could not make out the exact figure within that yellow lightning.

The speed it unleashed was truly comparable to real lightning.

That yellow lightning flew the whole way before finally stopping at Dormitory 391 of the freshman dormitory building.

Zhuang Minghui checked the time and said, "Still too slow. Too slow. This time it actually took half an hour. Next time, I'll aim to get from Sea God Pavilion to the outer courtyard in twenty minutes."

Zhuang Minghui was just about to push open the dormitory door when, behind him, an extremely faint spatial fluctuation appeared without any warning.

Immediately after came a cool, ethereal voice.

"You're my roommate?"